I see no one left you a welcome message,
welcome to neo poet and hope your stay is a long one.
Chrystalie

*Mutual admiration society*. So seemingly derogatory, isn’t it? However, I think we feel the truth in the responses, seemingly full of admiration or condemnation of one sort or another.. I belonged to one that was pure bs (from which I was eventually banned) and I belong to another one where, all poems are considered *sacred* and the heart continually falls back into itself.

It is Poetry Chaikhana, “Sacred Poetry From Around the World” the creative urge of Ivan Granger

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Forum/index.php (Where Darya & I Post)

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Rainer Maria Rilke was recent offering.

Love Always. Peace Now.

Anna

I am thankful to your appreciation also acknowledge your suggession which are more logic refelcting your genious. I value you as my critic and seeks your suggession on other poems as well

hello Arrow

Thanks for you help WCW is now on my buddy list.

i will check out some of your work real soon

Arrow Wafi is missing you!

Happy new year.

Sincerely,

Wafi

Sometimes it behooves me when being cryptic serves more as a stumbling block than anything else. For that I will apologise. Thank you for your comment and the reading of my poem. My initial attempts to make the poem sparser resulted in it sounding a bit too bare, almost disjointed… so I decided to leave it as is. But I shall take on board your suggestions for future rendering/s of this poem. Again, thanks.

“I think I am, thank goodness, coming to the end of the things I feel compelled to say.’

Quoth the raven, nevermore…

~A

upon seeing your lemon picture, I couldn´t help thinking of this:

“Life´s a lemon and I want my money back!”

Yours,
~Nina

“Thank you Arrow for your kind and constructive remarks. I will certainly take them into consideration…..

Arrow with the sharp eyes.

I probably spelt that wrong, but tant pis!
I love your Owl, howl instead of the three lettered cliché!!
He’s out there now finding his mice along with Brer Fox,
who is jumping madly on the tunnels the mice make underneath
the snow to frighten them out; and when the snow melts there
they are those tunnels in the grasses like a labyrinth.

A hoot to you Ann in Norway.